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Reviews are to die for. But please be gentle this is my first time. Writing fan fic that is. Although I've been a writer since I was a child I have never tried my hand at fanfiction. But in an effort to exorcise the voices in my head here we go.
If I get positive reviews this story has a long way to go, much H/C; much Romance, much Angst and later..maybe even a little prettiful Chameron SMUT!! Everyone say yeah for SMUT!!
I also have some Days of our Lives and Supernatural fics bouncing around in my noggin so Review, review, and review if you want to read more of my lunactic ravings.
It was Tuesday and he hadn't said a word. No poignant reminder of how he felt about her, no heartfelt glances from those brilliant blue eyes. It was Tuesday and she was sitting at his side, same as she had been for the last three days. Chase didn't stir, and Cameron wouldn't leave him. It was Tuesday and Allison had to face the possibility that Rob may never say those words to her again. Holding his hand in both of hers; her head bowed to the rail of the hospital bed, she began to cry.
"Rob, it's Alli...I'm right here Rob...I want you to wake up, open your eyes and remind me that it's Tuesday. Did you hear me? It's Tuesday...you only have a few more minutes..."
The gentle illumination from the lights above the head of the bed cast the room in soft long shadows. Only the sound of her voice, whispering softly; close to his ear, broke the monotonous beeping of the heart monitor. She saw them everyday; the tubes, the wires, the bandages and stitches. But it was so much different when they were attached to someone you loved. The medical equipment looked almost vulgar, piercing his flesh, encasing limbs, holding repaired wounds together. Irrationally she wanted to tear it all from him, wanted to rid him of every last bit of it, in some unfounded hope that underneath it all he'd be alright. He'd be whole, he'd be healed. This was some kind of nightmare, his broken body, his swollen face, she wanted nothing more than to wake up and relive this Tuesday from the very start. She wanted her day to end with him walking her to the lobby and at the last moment reminding her that he really liked her, and he thought they had a future together.
"Of course your right. You need your sleep. So just this once I'll let you off the hook. I'll say it for you. Rob...it's Tuesday, and I care about you...I think we might have a chance at a future together...Rob, it's Tuesday and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I never realized it before. I'm sorry something like this had to happen... Rob I love you...I love you..."
It had been a quiet week at Princeton-Plainsboro. No strange diseases, or mystery illnesses had been brought to the attention of Dr. Gregory House and his illustrious team. House himself had spent the week skipping out on rounds, and harassing Cuddy for the plunging necklines on her blouses. Dr. Lisa Cuddy had spent the week pretending that she didn't grin as he turned away from her after making those very same comments. Dr. Foreman spent his time in the OR assisting with a number of educational surgeries. Dr. Cameron helped out in the Emergency Room, and in a effort to be close to Allison, Dr. Chase did the very same. Winter had descended on the city in force. The emergency room staff as a whole was exhausted. Cases of frostbite, hypothermia, and pneumonia came staggering through their doors. Scattered between them the expected motor vehicle accidents, slip and fall injuries; and a handful of middle aged men with back strains from snow shoveling. Each were processed in order of their gravity and sent on for more testing, inpatient care or home with pages of instructions on self care and possible complications. Dr. Cameron had just staggered toward the on call room, to catch a power nap during a momentary lull in the action. So when the call came in that there was a major traffic accident on the expressway, it was Dr. Chase that volunteered for the ride along. From the initial reports they were going to need as much help at the scene as they could find.
Once the EMT's from PPH arrived, they had to admit that the reports from the scene were accurate. It was an absolute disaster; a six car pile up on a busy road, in the freezing rain and blustering winds. Multiple casualties, some still not cut from the twisted wreckage of metal and glass. They had three confirmed dead at the scene, two more were not expected to survive their injuries. Emergency services took a Sawz-All to the crushed side door of a Dodge mini-van. The unconscious Mother was already being taken away on a stretcher. But it was her traumatized little girls screams and wails that tore at Dr. Chase's heart. His team was standing at the ready as the fire department pried the door back, metal shrieked in protest, the toddler was still strapped in her car seat; and thankfully being so had saved her from any serious injuries. She was whisked away by another ambulance, to be reunited with her Mother at the hospital. The intoxicated driver that had caused the tragedy was the next to be removed from the carnage of his half crushed car. He had not been wearing his safety belt, and his head had spider webbed the windshield of his vehicle. The man's heart was still beating and he was still breathing; he was loaded up on a back board and onto a stretcher; rushed into the ambulance and the sirens were turned on, as Dr. Chase pried back his eyelids and began to press bandages to his streaming head wound.
When it happened it happened so fast. No scream of warning, no shouts of alarm, the speeding ambulance hit a sheet of glassy black ice and skidding across the road, striking a guardrail and flipping over into the ditch beside the road.
Cameron was roused as the first of the accident victims were being brought into the trauma center. Still rubbing her stinging, sleep deprived eyes she stepped into the first exam room; donned gloves and got down to business. She checked the woman's head injury; breathing and heart rate; then sent her off for a Cat Scan. The next victim had been very lucky, and after just a few moments Cameron was able to diagnose a broken wrist and sent him off for Xrays. She was in the middle of the initial exam of her fourth victim when a frantic nurse burst through the curtains.
"Doctor Cameron...it's Doctor Chase...he went out for the ride along. Serious head trauma, labored breathing, erratic heart rate...we need you immediately."
"Doctor Chase can handle his own patient, tell him I'll be with him when I'm through here. If he didn't notice we're up to our ears in injured."
"Doctor Cameron..no, I mean...another ambulance near the scene saw them hit the guardrail; they rushed them straight here. The two EMT's were wearing their seat belts; but Doctor Chase was attending to an accident victim...when they rolled..."
"Call House and Cuddy, call Foreman..."
Hours later after the tests, after the scans, after all the accident victims were sent home, admitted, or regretfully declared deceased there was silence. A silence in which Doctor Allison Cameron found herself sitting on the cold tile floor outside the swinging doors of the operating room in which a half dozen of her colleagues; overseen by Doctor Cuddy worked feverishly to treat Chase's internal injuries.
Doctor Cuddy exited the operating room, pulling down her face mask and began to remove her blood covered gloves. She had known that Chase and Cameron had spent some 'time' together, and she had also known when Allison had broken it off. Now, looking down at the shaken, shocked Doctor Cameron, sitting on the floor with her knees drawn to her chest; Lisa Cuddy was also now aware of the fact that Cameron cared very deeply for Robert Chase. It was a shame that it took a tragedy such as this to make her realize it; but she did have some good news.
She knelt down and took Cameron's hands in both of hers as she waited for the distraught woman to meet her gaze, when Alli looked up to her Cuddy was smiling softly, reassuringly.
"We stopped the bleeding, and reinflated his lung. We're going to keep him on the ventilator to ease his breathing. He needs as much rest as he can get right now, but he's going to pull through. It's going to be a very long road, and a difficult recovery. We can't yet be certain if there will be any lasting damage from the head injury; and his left leg will require multiple surgeries to mend. But he's young, and he's strong..and he has people here that care about him; very much. We'll get him through this Cameron."
She rose then, offering a hand to Allison to help the girl up from her seat on the floor. Only when she rose, and felt that tingling numbness in her backside and thighs did she realize just how long she'd been sitting on that floor. The whole time thinking about just what Robert Chase had brought into her life, how he had replaced the emptiness with something tangible. He had given her something to hold on to, when the rest of the world was crazy, when House made her question her sanity and every belief she had ever held...when she could hold on to nothing else there had been Rob. And there had been Tuesday's.
Chase had been taken to ICU, and she had remained at his side for nearly every moment of the last three days. Only when Cuddy, House, Foreman, or Wilson were checking in on him would she leave long enough to shower, to stretch her legs,or to get another cup of coffee from the nurse's station.
So there she was, with only a few minutes left of Tuesday; clad in old jeans and one of his sweaters, her hair up in a messy ponytail; eyes darkly underscored from lack of sleep. She took his exposed fingers in her hand, and gently ran her thumb over the knuckles, along the ridge of the thickly padded fiberglass cast that secured his broken arm from the knuckles to just above the elbow. His other arm was in a similar setting; the cast nearly reaching his shoulder and the limb hanging from a bed sling to help alleviate the swelling from the pin insertion in his fractured elbow. His head was swathed in bandages, his face was deeply bruised, the right eye swollen, shut above his fractured, sutured cheekbone. She had spent more than a few hours over the last three days busying herself with the careful arrangement of pillows under each of his broken limbs. It was all she could do to ease his pain, to help in some small way. She was a damn doctor and all she could do was fluff pillows, she hated feeling so absolutely powerless, helpless. She looked down over his battered body and sighed achingly; his right leg was casted from his toes to his lower thigh to protect his broken ankle and dislocated knee. It would been awhile yet before the orthopedic specialist could begin surgery on his left hip and femur. Until the initial surgery to stabilize the multiple fractures was completed his immobilized limb was strapped into a fully restrictive brace. With every passing day, Doctor Cuddy displayed an increasing concern over his unconscious state. The possibility of brain damage was becoming more worrisome. No one had to tell Cameron that, she knew exactly what the glances they passed between them on rounds meant. But she tried to stay positive, his vitals were good; the internal bleeding had been stopped and the ventilator had been removed that morning.
"Rob." She smiled faintly and sat up in her chair, pushing the seat closer to the bed; her fingertips very gently running up along his jawline toward his ear; careful of any cuts or bruises that marred his handsome face. "I have to give you credit you certainly don't do anything halfway do you? If you wanted more attention you could have done yourself a little less damage. Next time just sprain an ankle, or catch the flu..okay...?" Her voice broke as she ran her fingers into his stringy dark blond hair. She rose so that she could lean in over him, and whisper closer his ear as her lips brushed his cheek and jaw, the soft sensitive spot just under the lobe on his neck. Her fingertips curled over his; barely touching; so worried she'd cause him some pain in his sleep. "Chase, I know you can hear me..damn it...it's Tuesday...it's Tuesday and I need you to open your eyes, I need you to wake up...It's Tuesday Robert, and I love you...open your damn eyes...I love you and I need you..."
She was sobbing almost hysterically now, his continued unresponsive state was just more than she could take any longer. She was breaking, it had been three days and she had to come to grips with the fact that Chase may never fully recover. She had no idea what to expect when he opened his eyes and with every passing hour the possibility that Rob might never be the same became more probable . And while she knew in her heart that her love for him would never waver, she also knew just how difficult it would be for him to accept any kind of physical or mental deficit he might lastingly suffer from the accident. She only knew a little about his relationship with his recently deceased Father. But from what little she had learned she knew that Chase had lived his whole life trying to make the man proud. Any weaknesses or disabilities he contended with once he opened his eyes would be nearly impossible for him to tolerate.
"Alli...it's Tuesday? You said...you...love..."
She thought she was hearing things, his voice...before his aching and pained utterance of the word Tuesday she had thought she was hallucinating. She stood up and looked into his bleary unfocused gaze. His eyes were open, and he was talking...and he'd heard her...
"Rob...yes...it's Tuesday...shhh...please, you don't have to say another word. Your going to be alright. The ambulance you were in hit ice and rolled over a guardrail, and you were very badly injured; but your going to be alright now. And I'll be here, everyday, right beside you..."
She poured a small paper cup of water and brought it up to his lips; his mouth was dry and his throat burned, he took tiny painful sips. But still he found himself grateful for it. When she took it away he began to try to speak again.
"Say it...say it again..."
She checked the clock on the wall and found that it was now three minutes past midnight. It was Wednesday now. But that was okay, he'd made it in just at the wire.
"I can't...it's not Tuesday anymore. But that's okay..." She smiled watching as his eyes began to drift softly, exhaustedly closed. She pushed a lock of hair away from his forehead as she leaned in and kissed his brow. "It's Wednesday, and I love you even more than I did yesterday."
He drifted back to sleep with the smallest curve of a smile on his lips.